Disclaimer: Game of Thrones and Life is Strange aren't my properties, they belong to D&D, George R.R Martin, DONTNOD and Square Enix. And the Lord is good, because if I were the owner, believe me, you'd hate what I'd do with that.
Summary: All he wanted was to forget, to have a fresh new start. And so did she.
Author's note: This is set after the end of LIS with the "Save Arcadia Bay" ending. As for Game of Thrones, it is set in a modern universe and the characters are at the end of season 2, personality wise.
Author's second note: Thank you so much for all the feedback and reviews for this fanfiction, it was really heartwarming and I'm glad you enjoyed it! I am not a professional when it comes to crossovers, so it kinda was a challenge, a fun one and I'm happy you loved it as well.
WARNING! THIS FANFICTION CAN CONTAIN HEAVY THEMES SUCH AS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS, BULLYING ETC. IF YOU ARE ILL-AT-EASE WITH THESE SUBJECTS, FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS FANFICTION.
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Epilogue
"Oh My God, that's Lancel Lannister !"
"Can we have an autograph, please?"
Lancel smiled as he signed the books, the pictures and as he managed to make the teenagers swoon when he suggested they take a selfie together. Ten years had passed since he arrived in Arcadia Bay and he had never moved away, he always came back where he felt the easiest. It was his home, his adoptive home, where his family and friends were. He walked to a tea shop and entered. A little girl ran to him.
"Daddy!"
He grabbed her to carry her in his arms.
"Hi there, Faith!" He said cheerfully
Faith was three years old and though she looked every inch a Lannister, she had inherited her mother's soft smile.
"Mommy hanged new pictures, look!"
Lancel obeyed, he was proud to see his work on the walls of his wife's shop, just as much as he was proud to be shown next to Maxine Graham's work. She was considered to be the new Mark Jefferson of photography, people called her a genius.
"Hello, Love." A woman softly said
He went to kiss her.
"How are you?" He asked
She smiled.
"I'm fine. We both are."
Lancel smiled as he placed his hand on her swollen belly. On their fingers, their wedding rings were shining due to a ray of sun. Soon enough, their families and friends entered, ready for the opening party of the new tea shop in the Bay, the only one actually, and the only one who offered to drink there and to admire the work of two famous photographers from the town, one born there and the other adopted by its citizens. And as they were all amazed and looking at the place, the woman whispered in Lancel's ear:
"I love you, Lancel."
He kissed her tenderly.
"I love you, Kate."
THE END